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Chapter Two - I miss those tour geeks

"Aww, you know," I said, looking into this guy's eyes - he had to fall for me. If he didn't, I would lyke, so die because once you see him, you can't get enough, baby. "You're such a cutie."

He looks at me with total lust right now. Fuck yeah. 'Cause you know, dating is a guy is rilly only half the fun. The rest of the fun is just making him drool and making him want you.

Alex, baby, I thought to myself. You are so permanently moving to England. And you're gonna lyke go out with this kid. And you're gonna effing marry him.

"Thanks, gorgeous," he says, and rilly, I'm even surprised, cause even though he's super-beautiful, he doesn't look like the kind of guy who would compliment me. I totally had him under a spell. What I learned later was that I sure didn't have him under a spell - he could have had me under one if he wanted to. "I'm Draco, by the way. Draco Malfoy."

What the freak? I think. what kind of name is that? I swear, it sounds like a made-up name. It reminded me of Jassy's collection of fantasy books about some wizarding school. Haha, who reads that stuff?

"The name's Alexa," I say, careful not to include my last name. Kay, or he could totally stalk me if I broke it off kthx.

So we get ice cream and are eating it casually, and then the kids from the tour walk by. So my guy goes, "Potter and mudblood and poor kids, what are we doing today? Selling your Hogwarts items from last year because you're all too poor to buy new ones?"

The kids just stare. Huh? He knows them? Wow. What a small world.

"Go away, Malfoy," snapped the girl.

"Who asked you to talk, filthy little mudblood?" demanded Draco.

Oh yeah, mudblood. What the hell was that? Maybe it was a nickname for kids with diseases or something.

"Leave her alone!" shouted the boy with the glasses and weird scar.

"Shut up, Potter," Draco sneered. "I wasn't talking to you." Ohhh boy, he looks so hot when he's angry, I think.

"But I was talking to you," said the kid again, and he steps forward all angry-like. Draco pulls a wooden stick out, and I think, uhm? A modern day jousting stick, what, huh?

Whatever, this tall blonde old guy comes up and yells, "Draco! That's enough. I don't want you getting expelled," and he pushes Draco away from me. Eww meanie, but he looks like his daddy.

Draco puts the swordstickjoustingthing inside his robe pocket again. Aw, just when it got interesting.

"Fine, Father."

"Especially wasting your time with these mudbloods and famous kids and poor kids..." murmured the old guy. Then he said in a normal voice, "We're leaving soon. Your mom wants to have a feast tonight, since you leave for your final year of Hogwarts tomorrow morning. Five minutes, or less." He walks away, then quickly adds, "Knockturn!" before finally dissappearing from my view.

The tour kids leave, and I go, "You know them?"

He tosses his ice cream in the trash. "Yeah, stay away from them. They're idiots. They don't deserve being near you anyways, love." He kissed my cheek. "I have to go. Meet me at King's Cross at seven, bye." He hugs me for a second then runs off.

Eep! I think. A date, wow, with the most gorgeous kid I've ever seen.

I had to impress him, oh my gawd. He seemed to like this place, so maybe I'd buy stuff from here. He likes those robes, I think, since he went in that store. Okay, I thought. I'll go there.

So I finish my ice cream up and head towards the robes-place, and of course, I see those tour kids again, and the poofy-haired girl and the scar-boy were holding hands and the rest of the people looked like third wheels.

Damn, I think. So the cutie's got a girl. But it's okay, anyways. She wasn't even really pretty, plus I had my Draco. My Draco... my Draco. I grinned lyke rilly big.

The tall red headed kid walks up to me. "You know Draco?" he asks suspiciously.

"Well, as of today," I say, now not having to be a bitch since my guy wasn't here. "Yeah."

"Hogwarts?" asked the poofy-haired chick. Ewwuh I see her teeth again.

I nod, trying to act smart and important. "...Ravenclaw."

"Gryffindor," they all say. Oh, so that's why Draco hated them.

But wait.

I thought they were on a tour? So why did the go to some place here?

Maybe they just went on the tour for fun. Or oh meeh gawd, maybe I didn't follow the tour after all!

Naww, nevermind. It's just the brain freeze from the ice cream getting to me. Whatever, I didn't care, I knew how to get to my grandmother's apartment from here, anyway.

"Oh, cool... I'm doing a report," I say, coming up with an idea. I'm so great, I know. No need for applause. Well akshully, yeah, clapplz. "On Hogwarts, you know... andI have to ask people stuff about it... er, their opinions," I quickly add, so I didn't sound clueless and dumb. "What would you say Hogwarts was?"

"Protection," the scarred-cutie says suddenly.

"A very great school," says poofy-haired girl.

Oh, a school? Shit, I really was getting caught up in this lie, even if it only started as a wee little white lie.

Houses?

A boarding school?

Ohhh boy.

Then I remember, Draco's dad talking about him leaving tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning.

When he said he was meeting me.

Because I said I went to his school.

Okay. Brainstorm!
My grandma was a genius. She could enroll me there in a jiffy. I'd ask her as soon as I got back.

When was I gonna get back oh my gawd? It was getting kinda dark.

"Okay well, gotta go," I say, waving. "By the way, the name's Alexa."

"Oh, bye..." murmurs cutie. "Harry."

"Ron," says the tall red-head.

"Ginny," says the red-head girl.

And poofy lady says, "Hermione."

I hide my laughs as I saunter away, getting some black "Ravenclaw" robes from the weird lady at the robe shop, before heading back to the brick wall and into the bartavernplace and back onto the London streets.

What a totally freakydeaky day, I think, as I open my grandma's door.

"Honey, finally the tour's over!" My grandma comes over and gives me a huge hug. Ewwuh she smells like that rilly gross thing you find in the back of the refrigerator three weeks after Thanksgiving.

"Yeah, grandma," I say, rolling my eyes. I laugh. Old people.

"How was it?" she asked.

Uh-oh. I didn't actually go on the tour. So I lie again: "Ohmegosh! I loved it. I want to stay here and never leave. Can I pleaseeeeeee?"

Granny dearest ponders for a moment, then finally nods. She had a doctor's appointment. Did they give her medicinal marijuna?

Whatever. "Really?" I ask, practically jumping up and down, which would lyke so ruin my high heels, so thank gawd I didn't.

"Yes, dear, I need the company.. To tell you the truth, your mummy was planning to send you to live here for a year or so, after all, you're missing the first month and a half of school." Granny just grins at me.

Mummy? What?

Oh yeah. English people say "mum."

Anyways.

I go, "Oh! Yesss. Um, can I go to Hogwarts? I heard it's good."

My grandma then stares at me and frowns. "So your mom told you?"

"Told me what?"

"About Hogwarts."

"No.. I just heard the word on the street.. people chatting."

"Sure, honey," my granny says, really thinking my mom had told me something. I just know it. "Anyways, then, you'll have to talk to the headmaster yourself. You leave tomorrow."

So I pack, and before you can say, "What the fuck?" I'm at some railroad station.

The sign says "King's Cross." Oh, so my baby would be here.

Oh yeah. I spot him and head over. He's standing between the 9th and 10th platforms.

"Love," he says, and throws his arms around me. "By the way... how old are you?"

"Sixteen," I say looking up at him, hoping I wasn't too old or too young for him. "Turning seventeen in December."

"Oh, so seventh year," he murmurs, at least that's what I think he says, 'cause he was talking so quiet I couldn't really tell.

He kisses me and goes, "Okay, hun. Let's go." Then he grabs my hand and - get this!- PULLS ME THROUGH THE BRICK WALL.

Oh gosh! Freaky shit!

It was probably like a hollogram wall. Or something. 'Cause I won't believe that we went through it, oh gawd.

Hogwarts, here I come.